The weather, this week has been very strange. Yesterday I was able to lay in the hammock. In the last few days we have had below freezing temperatures, but yesterday was almost a summer day. I was able to lay in the hammock for awhile, after stacking firewood. This morning we woke up to 70 degrees. High winds, scary winds, came. Then rain. Then an eerie calm.
I wrote this several years ago during January when we were having blizzard conditions.
I asked my husband what season I am.
He looked intently for a while and said summer.
I knew he would say summer.
The Wild Calls Lazily
As Leo I came into the world, feet first, ready to run
Not roaring, but gently purring into the sun
When freckles are in full bloom
When grass smells it’s sweetest,
And forest’s foliage is at its thickest,
Its narrow path beckoning me into its den
Where creatures take comfort devoid of men
And in the openness ripe vermillion tomatoes hang on the vine
Ochre squash peaks through an umbrella as green as pine
Water trickles into a pond neighbored by parsley, peppermint and thyme
The buzz of a bee and swift hummingbird sprints
Amid a spectrum of hues and scents
Into my porch swing refuge race
All my senses they embrace
While the dogs and cat sleep lazily on
Outward I gaze watching the grass grow
Contemplating the mow
I wake from my dream to see from my window the snow.
